after i made it black and white

anonymous asked:

Did that white woman ever apologize for derailing your post by assuming a bunch of fuckshit you didn't say? I saw she deleted the post

You know white women never apologize for pitching a fit at people of color lol. She only deleted the post after three different people said that she had made it clear she didn’t engage in good faith. But apologize to a black person who had the audacity to talk about people treating predominately white experiences as the default? Girl you know that’ll never happen!


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The 2017 Oscar nominations are in, and the contrast to years past is striking. After decades of criticism for the ceremony’s often staggering whiteness and maleness, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences responded Tuesday with one of the most racially diverse lineups in Oscar history.

For the first time ever, three black actors were nominated in the same category. Barry Jenkins’ Moonlight snagged eight nominations, including one for best director. Denzel Washington’s Fences got four nods, Hidden Figures received three and OJ: Made in America, I Am Not Your Negro and Ava DuVernay’s 13th were all recognized in the best documentary category.

But the most remarkable thing about the Oscars’ newfound inclusiveness is how incongruous it is with the United States’ political climate. Donald Trump is in the White House, having ridden there on a wave of backlash against a diversifying country. For the first time in years, there seems to be open and mutual opposition between Hollywood and an American president.

In many ways, this year’s Oscar nominations are the anti-Trump — a response to calls for racial equality that delivered more racial equality. The reverse happened in politics last year. Trump and his supporters levied racial animus, fear and legal penalties against protesters calling for equality in their daily lives, resulting in perhaps the most reactionary White House since the Ronald Reagan era.

The chasm between politics and entertainment has rarely seemed wider than it is today. Culture often outpaces politics when it comes to social issues. Films were imagining black people exploring outer space and gay people falling in love, even as real black and gay Americans were fighting for their basic rights in the present.

But this feels different. Trump has repeatedly attacked entertainers who’ve criticized him. He’s had choice words for Alec Baldwin, who parodies the president in Saturday Night Live skits. After Meryl Streep gave a speech at the Golden Globe Awards criticizing Trump for mocking a disabled reporter, the president attacked her on Twitter, calling her an “over-rated” actress and a “Hillary flunky who lost big.”

Aside from Trump, the president’s surrogates and supporters have framed Hollywood backlash against the president in terms of cultural war. Pundits like Tomi Lahren and Meghan McCain have credited Hollywood “elitism” — shorthand for opposition to Trump — with helping Trump win the election, citing the ideological rift between coastal snobs and the citizens of so-called “real America.”

“These entitled Hollywood crybabies still don’t understand how out of touch they are!” Lahren tweeted after Streep’s speech.

It’s notable that these ideological differences hinge on how minorities are treated in public life. Both Hollywood and American politics have done very real damage to people of color in the past — the latter by levying centuries of oppression and disenfranchisement upon them, the former by justifying and perpetuating that oppression through stereotypical representations and limited job opportunities.

The difference now is that Hollywood has grown responsive. Politics has not. It’s unclear how long this shift toward diversity in the Oscars will last or whether it’s just a trend peddled by an industry that craves favorable attention. What matters, for the time being, is that it’s happening. And while the least popular president in recent U.S. history wreaks inevitable havoc on the soul of this country, much of Hollywood has — at least temporarily — dedicated themselves to enriching it.

—Zak Cheney-Rice, The most racially diverse Oscars field in recent history is a rebuke to Donald Trump’s America

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I saw her, once.

She passed through our village, through fields littered with dead soldiers after her forces overwhelmed the nation of Dumor. Her other Elites followed and then rows of white-robed Inquisitors, wielding the white-and-silver banners of the White Wolf. Where they went, the sky dimmed and the ground cracked  —the clouds gathered behind the army as if a creature alive, black and churning in fury.

 As if the goddess of Death herself had come.    

50 years after its debut, a restored version of Senegalese director Ousmane Sembène’s first film Black Girl is now available from the @criterioncollection. Fresh Air critic at-large John Powers says:

“We can all name movies that take place in Africa – from the many adventures of Tarzan to Oscar winning hits like Out of Africa – but these are not movies that actually come out of Africa.  They were made by outsiders looking in.  In fact, I’d wager that most Westerners have never seen an African story filmed from the inside.

There’s no better way to correct this than Black Girl, the taut, moving, 1966 film that’s widely regarded as the first-ever fiction feature by a black African director.  It was written and directed by Ousmane Sembène, a brilliant Senegalese auteur who wasn’t merely the godfather of African cinema but probably the greatest artist it has yet produced.  Now out on DVD, Blu-ray, and iTunes streaming in a gorgeous new restoration from Criterion, Sembène’s debut feels as timely today as it did half a century ago.”

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I am not privileged because I am white. I am privileged because I was born to loving middle class parents. I am not privileged because I am white. I am privileged because even after my parents divorce, it meant I got twice the gifts on holidays. I am not privileged because I’m white. I’m privileged because even when my father started drinking more, he still never made me go without. I am not privileged because I am white. I am privileged because when my brother died we could afford a beautiful funeral to bring my family peace. I am not privileged because I am white. I am privileged because the good job I have was obtained by knowing the right person. I am not privileged because I am white. I am privileged because when I said I was no longer a Christian, my mother did not turn her back. I am not privileged because I’m white. I am privileged because when I came out as gay I was still given safe haven in my home.
I am not privileged because I am white, I am privileged because even through every hardship I have faced, I have had the means to survive. I am privileged because my parents taught me to be ambitious, because instead of telling me living off the government is okay, I was told that my own ambition is the cure to any oppression I could ever feel.
I was taught to believe that oppression is a mind set that I have the capability to over come.
I know white people who live on the street, who live in constant fear of death by police, and who stay up late at night to make sure their kids aren’t taken away.
White Privilege does not exist. The privileged are privileged by circumstance, not by skin color. We have chosen to take the cards we were given as blessings instead of groaning about our hand. Millennials, wake up. Wake up and see that WE are the solution. That no matter who is our commander and chief, he is out numbered several billion to one. WE THE PEOPLE, have the power to overcome concepts of privilege and oppression and move forward in unity towards a better America. Our upbringings are the problem, and our growth and enlightenment is the solution.

Confession:  I always liked how Part three was set up. The choices were difficult to make, some that were easy, some that were difficult. Do you save this political figure or his people? Do you save a race that has just came back from a dead, or do you save your friend and his group? Do you help a race return home after being exiled, or do you help the machines that they built keep it? I like the feeling that it isn’t black or white, that each decision leaves you wondering if you made the right choice or not.

the definition of friendship
is not one that can easily be described;
there are no black and white lines
because friendships are made
of people
and people are never perfect
but if i’ve learned anything
in my four years in high school,
it’s that friends are the ones
who still love you even when they hate you
because you made the biggest mistake of your life,
and who you know you can call at three in the morning
after your boyfriend cheats on you
even though she tried to warn you that he would do it
and hasn’t talked to you in two months,
and who will listen to you bitch about someone
for the millionth time in a row
and just let you go on because they understand
that you need to get it out of your system.
friends are the people who you go on late night, early morning,
and anytime in-between adventures with,
even if those “adventures” are just to walmart or mcdonalds or your house.
they are the ones who love you at your worst.
they are the ones who check up on you 
even if they’re mad at you.
they are the people who still care about you
even when you don’t talk much anymore
and the ones who you can talk to about anything
or go anywhere
and still have a good time.
they are the ones who call your parents “mom” and “dad” by accident
instead of “mrs.” or “mr.”.
they are the ones who you tell everything to
and who have seen you at your best and worst.
friends are the ones who make this life worth living
even when it’s a living hell.
they aren’t the ones who only like you when you drink,
and they aren’t the ones who ditch when they see 
how ugly you can really get. 
they aren’t the ones who ignore your cries for help
because they’re angry at something you did to someone else.
they aren’t the ones who ignore you when you apologize
and they aren’t the ones who don’t accept your apology for fucking up.
and, most of all, they aren’t the ones who hate you and never change their minds. they aren’t the ones who leave you at rock bottom and only come back when you’re on a mountaintop again. they aren’t the ones who only want to see you at your gold-star moments; they aren’t the ones who leave when you’re crying at two am over something stupid for the millionth time and decide they just “can’t care” anymore.
it’s not always perfect; people aren’t perfect, so why would friendship be perfect?
friends make mistakes; forgive that whenever possible
(or when it’s a little impossible),
but also know when to let go of a friend who was never a friend at all.
—  high school is almost done and i haven’t learned much but i have learned who my real friends are. if you’re not one of them, see you never after june 2. // 2.10.17

it’s sad because i really do wanna believe in and be a part of all of these anti-trump protests but after the one i went to yesterday, and from what i’ve been hearing about other anti trump protests? it’s a no from me, the people he’s targeting the hardest, latinx people, muslims, black people, jewish people, members of the lgbt community, disabled people, native americans etc., all of these people are being spoken over by white people and that loses the essence for me, that makes me uncomfortable, seeing white people take the time to both thank and congratulate the same police officers that have murdered innocent black people like myself and done other heinous crimes made me want to vomit, seeing white people try to antagonize the officers and switch the point of the protest to some wild anarchist parade was just too much and i genuinely hope people listen to us protesting and things change but being surrounded by white people yelling just to yell and feeling like none of it was real, and everything feeling like mouth service and white guilt was just not good for me

main problems with the show: no real end goal (or any end goal initially established was thrown out some time after season 2), wonky pacing (i.e. time is either spent progressing the plot or developing characters, never at the same time), main focus is on thin white-coded gems and fat/buff and/or black-coded gems are vilified for doing things white-coded/noncoded gems do, wayyyy too much moral pandering (episodes either have no reason or theyre made to teach a lesson with poor implications), inconsistent characterization, usually for lazy plot conveniences, lots of foreshadowing thrown in without much thought and rarely any follow up, the conclusion of the sardonyx arc, the treatment of bismuth, airing schedule

People need to undestand that you can miss something and not wanting to get it back.The thing is, I want you back, but I know that you would hurt me, because loving you so much has made me weak. And I hate it. After all this time, I still think things can work out.
I just want to be able to watch a movie and it eat  pizza with you, without being scared of you leaving me again. Is that possible?

On 25th March, 1989, Jeffrey Dahmer met two men outside a bar called La Cage, a white man by the name of Jeffrey Connor, and a 24 year old black man named Anthony Sears (pictured above). It was Sears who made the approach. His friend overheard him ask Dahmer if he had any coke, to which he replied that he had some rum as well. ‘No’,said Anthony, ‘I mean cocaine!’. After a while Jeff invited him to spend the night, Anthony eagerly agreed and Connor drove them both to the corner of 56th Street and Lincoln, in West Allis, on the way in the car Anthony unzipped Jeff’s trousers and started giving him a blow job, Dahmer said ‘it was a surprise. I didn’t think he was that anxious’, from there they walked to Catherine Dahmer’s (Jeff’s grandmother’s) house, where Jeff murdered him. His skull, scalp and genitals were discovered in Jeffrey’s apartment at the time of his arrest over two years later. Jeff said he strangled Anthony with his bare hands ‘because he was special’.